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Monday, October 31
yellow. - Monday, October 31, 2005
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+O song i'm listening to: kelly clarkson - because of u
O+ msn nick at the moment:
k e l - as i close my eyes to this paradox place, ``
+O personal msg now: - that's what i call betrayal, hurt and sadness at rolled into one. -
O+ events to look forward to: hmm, nth really.

isn't tat sad.
tat i dun look forward to anything.
i'm dull, what can i say.

i'm watching the mv over and over again.
and i feel sad, not depressed.
those are memories. but i won't say they're fond one. i mean who would rite?


and so i make a mental note to never let my kids(if i ever have any) go thru that kinda crap.
plus, to help anyone who goes thru that kinda thing.
cos i know i had trouble understanding when i was little.
but i didn't have anyone to explain what was going on.

i think i'm thankful i wasn't a teen when everything started.
i know my sis did, and i bet she went thru all the mayhem silently.
that i was so innocent,dumb and gullible.
so i didn't realise that few yrs down the road i'd want to kill the lady and child that i spent numerous weekends with.

i'm trying to reach out to someone who won't listen to me.
i'm just trying and trying. trying hard. but all efforts are gg to waste.
crap.

went to damala's hse to do math.
went to uncle's shop b4 that to unexpectacly buy a bracelet.
it's cute,yellow and i love it.

luv alwaez.
kel

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